Emerald green guardrails surrounded the rooftop, and as the spring breeze passed through the mesh, it lifted the golden wisps of hair on the girl's shoulders.
With her right hand pressing down on her sky-blue pleated skirt, she stood there, straight as a rod, her eyes downcast as she said, "Impossible."
Phoenix Academy Maggie's voice wasn't as calm as usual, tinged with a hint of coldness, her heart filled with some disappointment.
This sense of loss wasn't just about Hojo Tetsuji, but also about Aozawa.
She wanted to leave this place immediately, yet she didn't move her feet, remaining in place.
Phoenix Academy Maggie wouldn't run away.
Hojo Tetsuji looked up and said, "Miss, I haven't even said what it is yet."
"There's no need to say it, Tetsuji. You are a good person, but you're not my type. I can't possibly accept you."
Phoenix Academy Maggie shook her head.
